Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-08-10
DAILY HERALD.
SHE LOVED A FISH PEDDLER.
Tho story = Young Husband
Told q Police Sergeant.

Told = Police Sergeant.
From the Brooklyn Times.
Diamond street, Greenpoint, is max
ing for itself reputation, among
young married people particularly,
that is anything but savory. 1t is a
fine field for moral reform people to
labor in and turn people who have
gone into crooked paths from the error
Of their ways.
This morning strapping young fell
low, who gave his name as Christo-
pher Maley, and his residence as Dia-
nond street, called at the Seventh
precinct station-house and exploited
his woes into the ready ear and the
susceptible heart of Sergeant Baker,
who was behind the desk mentally
speculating ON the run of fish and
where he could have the best piscato-
rial sport when his turn as an absentee
on vacation came around.
The sergeant looked up and made
the usual interrogative exclamation:
"Well?"
To this the newcomer answered: 81
want warrant or something of the
sort"
"a warrant? What's the trouble p"
"My wife and fellowW
The sergeant pricked up his ears.
He was ready to listen, to sympathize,
to give advice.
Your wife and fellow, eh? War
rants are issued by Justice Naeher
But about the fellow and your wife ?''
"Well, it's lust here, sergeant: A
year ago came across my wife Mag
gle, and q mighty nice looking girl she
was-tall, handsome, with pale gold
hair, a perfect blonde. l was mighti-
ly taken with her, you bet. l hung
on to her skirts like grim death to a
Niger, and the day she was 19-that
was seven months ago-I married her.
l was as proud of her as a turkey cock
with an extra tail. | took her
round some and showed her off
the best l knew how. had an idea
there wasn't her like in the world, or
in Brooklyn, for that matter. L
moved with her in Diamond street.
After a time l noticed that she ap-
peared particularly fond OF fish, and
almost every morning l noticed that
about the time left to 60 to my work
an accommodating peddler would
either be standing at the door ready to
take in fish or else was directing his
old nag toward the house, while he
would below loud enough to waken
the seven sleepers' that I've
heard talk about. l didn't think
much OF that. If Maggie liked
fish it was all right. But I've
found out that she didn'tcare so much
about Goldfish and CLAIMS as she did for
the fellow that brought 'em to her.
What was curious in the matter and
what excited the curiosity of the other
people in the house was that Maggie
never went out like other women do,
and bought in the street, but that
peddler'd come in with few CLAIMS or
q little bit of coal and walk right to
my rooms and go in to where my wife
was without knocking, and then
carefully close the door be-
hind him. The woman that
lives down stairs thought that
rather strange, and her curiosity being
excited she went softly up to the door,
put her hearing ear to the keyhole,
sand then she listened and listened,
and stood as if she were petrifed.
What she heard and partly saw by
peeking, she told her old man, and
her old man told me. l couldn't
believe it. Maggie, my wife, 60
1rong! Well. it made me sick, what
Twas told. l went straight to my
wife and asked her if what l had
heard was true. She denied it, but in
such way that it made me mad. l
was more than ever convinced, from
her manner, that something was
kept back. At length l got from her
that she was fond OF the fish peddler,
and that she was as intimate with him
~ with me, and that he gave her
money whenever she asked him for it.
My heart went down into my boots
when heard her confession, and she
didn't seem bit sorry. She put on a
defiant air, and spoke words that no
good woman would let come to her
lips. Sergeant, Pm broken-hearted-
knocked under. OF course, l ran her
cut of the place. I'll have nothing to
do with her from this time out. To
think 80 handsome and so bright a
girl should be such bad 'un."